The southern wind blows beside
The riverside hill in the sunny afternoon,
In the empty forest, hanging at branches,
Budding flowers sway and croon.
Mallard ducks prepare to depart,
They dip together and throng for due time,
But people foolishly are an evil of greed
And a broken reed, unaware of the right time.
(Apr. 19th, 2024, Kinsley Lee)